tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569355678882263943.post4046215137167793086..comments2023-10-28T06:45:31.002-07:00Comments on Brooke Hopkins & Peggy Battin: CemeterySara & Greg Pearsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484783478337960032noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569355678882263943.post-42315615256485787172010-04-27T07:12:01.040-07:002010-04-27T07:12:01.040-07:00What a wonderful range of tones you have in your b...What a wonderful range of tones you have in your blog. I love this latest post--such gentleness and depth.George Constablehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12182749376780585742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569355678882263943.post-73723383200532744732010-04-26T23:00:20.476-07:002010-04-26T23:00:20.476-07:00Brooke and Peggy,
Thank you for this. I think ta...Brooke and Peggy,<br /><br />Thank you for this. I think talking about death and all matters related to it openly,is talking about life- all of it. Of course not too man¥ people in my circle have felt the same way. Though thank goodness my father and I talked about these things at length. <br /><br />I havn't really pondered this at depth, but reading your post gives me something to contemplate. <br /><br />Big hugs,<br />MarilynMarilyn McLaughlinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07071109176584092182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569355678882263943.post-4364364664171968432010-04-25T21:47:45.574-07:002010-04-25T21:47:45.574-07:00This is a beautiful meditation/conversation; thank...This is a beautiful meditation/conversation; thank you for it. <br /><br />My father died in 1994, and shortly after, my mother had a double headstone on his grave, with her own name on it, and her death date left blank. At the time, I found that gesture disturbing. Now I understand it. <br /><br />A few years ago, I dreamed my own epitaph. I don't recall the dream itself, but in it I was given a quatrain. I distinctly remember telling myself, as I was waking up: let the rest of the dream go, but hold on to this, do NOT forget it. As soon as I was awake I wrote it down.<br /><br />I think I will choose cremation for myself: something in me wants all the atoms that are serving as place markers for my Being, when I let go, to be released at once. But somewhere there will be a monument of some kind, something small and nearly invisible, that will bear these words from my dream:<br /><br />NOTES FOR AN EPITAPH<br /><br /><br />Thank breath, fire, and earth<br /> for the accident of birth<br />Thank earth, fire, and breath<br /> for the certainty of deathT.R. Hummerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12113264848463596680noreply@blogger.com